Taughtology

Like many others sons of mothers I toiled at my labours
Lost countless hours to the beastly forms of tall boys and blousy girls teaching them what I know but not what I know to be true.
Did you?
What have you done for the future of our race?
Kept pace with inventions, investigated good intentions
Followed through with technological innovations
That failed all persuasion to make any effort to reduce my labour? What did you do? Have you made contact with those at home
Cosy in their ignorance blissfully unaware that we care
About their issue less like a concerned father
Than a further concern with who is teaching our own
Did you send your loin fruit into the arms of the state
Or into the serried uniforms of privates
With masters and matrons starched and pressed
Into the service of whomsoever will pay the piper?
And you? Are you a victim of your immediate ancestry?
Did the apple fall far close to the tree
Or are you the dark sheep peering through the fence?
So rest you merry gentle souls as I lovingly tend to your lambs
Just be careful you are not being fleeced.

Well It's True

Sure there are wordsmiths (and Sexsmiths) out there penning away, but it is nearly always attached to a tune. This stuff isn't.

Mind you I can't stop you from humming as you read...